My new roommate Sydney and had dinner last night at one of the best-named restaurants for a gay neighborhood, the Sausage Factory. When she first asked if I wanted to go to a restaurant, I reminded her of the whole budget thing. And then she reminded me that I treated her to dinner at Hahn's Hibachi back in January, and so the meal was on her. Score!
I had the fettucine pesto. It was good, but I really miss the homemade pesto I used to make back in Florida. My ex, Doug, had several varieties of basil that he grew in large pots on the porch. The plants really thrived, and I could harvest two cups worth of leaves every week!